Black Diamond Strings on a Catalog Guitar
That's pretty high cotton whoever you are
You break one you change one, that's as good as it gets
You can play all year long on two or three sets

J.W. Crowell was a hell of a man
He played two nights a week in a hillbilly band
He played at the Ice House on Telephone Road
He played in the yard just to lighten his load

[Chorus]

Hey J.W play that frogline
Let Rodney sit in, hell, he's goin' on nine
His fingers are bleedin' but he's keepin' good time
Playin' Black Diamond Strings, he'll never quit tryin'

Causette told ym both
You boys pack t up, it's time to go home
We got church in the mornin' it's comin' up dawn
Don't make me say it again or I'm gone
You can stay here forever, but you're gonna walk home

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